The process of meeting Four Creators was not pleasant. When Anhuur led him out of the real Halls of Origination, the old Dwarves looked at the silent Dick with some worry. Paladin was in a bad mood, which could be seen from the Fist he held tightly from time to time.
Brann felt that this fantastic journey was simply wonderful. Not only did he gain insight into some of the secrets left by Titans, he even benefited from Dick. Before leaving, he took away a piece of Gemstone from the ground of Halls of Origination as a souvenir.
Don't think that Brann is greedy for money. Over thousands of years, it has been infected by the power of Four Creators, and the green Gemstone that old Dwarves cherished around his neck has long since It is no less than the top Magic Trinket that Mortal can produce. Brann just wants to use this method to prove that he has been to places that Mortal cannot reach.
For an old Dwarves who is obsessed with archeology, this is simply a supreme honor!
"Dick, are you okay?"
When returning to the bottom of Halls of Origination, old Dwarves quietly pulled Dick's arm. His face was full of worry, even though he was friends with Dick We haven't been friends for a long time, but old Dwarves thinks that Paladin is a trustworthy guy. For Dwarves, this evaluation means that he regards you as a true friend.
"It's okay... I'm just, I'm just in a bad mood."
Dick forced out a smile and smiled at old Dwarves. Anhuur, who was standing in front of them, touched it with his left hand. On the resplendent wall in front of the three people, a golden halo like water waves appeared.
"You can't go where we are going, Brann. Maybe you will have a chance to enter it in the future, but not now!"
Old Dwarves immediately understood what Anhuur meant, took a step back, and watched Dick and Anhuur disappear into the circle of light. Brann sighed. When he first saw Dick, he felt It was not easy to get this Paladin. Later, Blackrock Mountain became famous all over the world during the battle with Dick. There were many gossips at that time. Some people swore that Dick was actually the descendant of Dragon and the most noble Dragon Aspects. Bloodline.
Later, War of the Shifting Sands and Brann assisted Dick in researching Anubisath's system. At that time, he noticed the difference in Dick's left arm. Now, Dick's true identity has finally been exposed.
Even Brann was shocked, this guy is actually Guardians! And he can chat and laugh with the four Creators who don't look easy to mess with. His origin is much more noble than Dragon Aspects Bloodline!
To use an inappropriate metaphor, in Brann's heart at this moment, Dick can even be called "the God among men"!
Compared to the power possessed by other Guardians, this metaphor is definitely not an exaggeration.
Being able to become friends with such a person, even Brann, who had been Prince's idol since childhood, felt a sense of inexplicable pride from the bottom of his heart. He put aside his worries, touched the green Gemstone on his chest, and immediately walked out humming a Dwarves ditty with great satisfaction.
This trip was indeed the right one.
On the other side, when Dick followed Anhuur out of that side Light Screen, a huge space appeared in front of him. Even if Dick was in a bad mood, he couldn't help but be attracted by the building in front of him.
It was a large hollow! Dark Gold-colored metal extended around the hollow, and the foothold of the transparent material was like a large piece of glass without gaps, all the way from Spread to Dick's feet. Paladin raised his head, and above him were transparent platforms layered layer by layer to endless heights. Under his feet, there were also platforms Spread reaching to endless depths.
Paladin shook his head, he felt a little dizzy, but behind him was not the Light Screen, but a hexagonal wall, which looked like metal, but did not have that luster. He took a step back, and then he saw the densely packed conduits in the wall, which were almost exactly the same as the energy conduits he saw in C'Thun's stomach wall.
White, green, and blue energy surged within it. These rays of light could not be seen as long as you took a step back. But now in front of Dick, these rays of light seemed to form a wonderful curtain, which attracted his attention in an instant.
"These catheters are maintained Elemental Plane."
Anhuur stood behind Dick and explained to him in detail, "After Titans expelled four Elements, they built Elemental Plane in a space that is difficult for us to understand, permanently excluding them from the world. However, Titans did not extract the power of the world, but used their own power to maintain that wall."
"Will it be destroyed?"
Paladin asked, Anhuur was stunned for a moment, then shook his head,
"I don't know, Elemental Plane has symbols in Four Elemental Plane, Deepholm's World Pillar, Firelands's Sulfuron Spire, Skywall's Throne of the Four Winds, and Abyssal Maw's Great Sea Eye. Ordinary power cannot destroy the symbols, but that doesn't mean they can't be destroyed... but that's basically impossible to happen."
Dick sneered. These Creatorss are really arrogant. Deathwing smashed World Pillar, attracted Elemental Plane invasion, and triggered the Cataclysm of the world. That was something he had personally experienced. The defense set up by Titans was not as solid as they imagined.
Of course, Paladin would not be crazy enough to tell the news now. He took a few steps back and followed Anhuur towards the central hollow. He thought there was nothing there at first, but after getting really close, he discovered that the hollow was surrounded by an invisible barrier, with silver, blue and golden light spots filling it, Obliterate appearing sometimes.
The entire endless hole is filled with such scenes, which look like a dream.
As he approached the giant pipe, Dick's left arm began to heat up slightly, which seemed to be a kind of joy. Even though it had stayed on him for three years, Dick still didn't understand Fist of Tyr deeply enough. Sometimes you feel that this Fist of Tyr is like a living creature, with its own emotions and life, and it will be happy if you know Anger. But most of the time, apart from being indestructible, it behaves no different from the ordinary Fist.
Now, it is alive again.
This seems to be a signal, which represents something in the pipe, and resonates with Fist of Tyr.
Dick spread out his fingers and placed them in the center of the invisible pipe, feeling a little cold. Anhuur's voice sounded behind him,
"When Titans left Azeroth, they stored enough energy for Forge of Origination to reshape the world, but only once! There is only one chance left for this world. I see that you are resentful towards Four Creators. Dick Bronzan, you don't have to be like this, because reshaping the world is not as simple as you think."
Dick's ears perked up, and he realized that Four Creators might have something really important that he hadn't told him.
"After reshaping the world, Elune's memory will also dissipate. This behavior is dangerous. I believe you also know the significance of Elune to Pantheon. If there is even a slight mistake, Star Spirit, which has the greatest potential, will dissipate. That will be the darkest moment in the entire universe, so even if we reshape the world, we are likely to lose all hope."
Anhuur lifted the curved Staff in his hand and gently touched it on the invisible barrier. Staff blended into it, and a hole the size of Fist appeared.
"The pressure they bear is much greater than you. Dick Bronzan, Old Gods may be insurmountable difficulties for you, but their choices are far more terrifying than you can imagine. The worst thing is that you can still struggle, but once we make a choice, this world may not even be qualified to struggle."
Dick took off the pendant of Feathers of Light from his neck. He was a little curious. He looked at Anhuur. On the eagle-shaped mask, he could not see the expression of Watcher.
"I would venture to ask, the opponent you exist to deal with is..."
"Titans has placed the strongest power that Planet can hold here. The four Creators combined can even temporarily rival the strongest Guardians, so guess who our opponent is?"
Anhuur made an unfunny joke, "The vanguard of Old Gods and Void! But even with such power, the meaning of our existence is probably just to give Azeroth a chance to die with dignity."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, put your left hand in!"
The guard made a "please" gesture, "Norgannon Master specially left a part of the energy, it is for you, come and accept it!"
Dick shook his head and handed Feathers of Light Pendant in his hand to Anhuur, "Give that to her, I owe her more than one life."
"Come, let me see."
Anhuur took Pendant from Dick and put it in the palm of his hand. The Holy Light surging around him made Dick couldn't help but take a step back. This time, he really heard the sound of Hymn from Anhuur. It was incredible that a Stone Guardians had the power to control Holy Light.
"Oh, she looks like a cute little girl, but Sleep's consciousness in it has been a little blurry. It can be seen that she has some relationship with Elune."
Anhuur's hand brushed against the golden Feathers of Light, "Accepting the wash of Titanic Energy may really wake her up, or at least replenish her with enough energy, but this is not necessarily true. She is essentially more similar to Elements Creature, with an astonishing appetite. Are you sure you want to try? Dick, these energies are enough to make you completely reborn in an instant."
Paladin took a step back to express his attitude. He pointed at his heart with his finger,
"There are three positions here. If I lose any of them, I will be incomplete."
Anhuur placed Pendant in front of his eyes, shook it slightly, then listened, and finally let out a deep laugh.
"She is asking me to leave the opportunity to you. Look, things in the world are so wonderful."
Watcher finally put Feathers of Light into the hole. The next moment, within the invisible barrier, the speed of those light spots suddenly turned on and off more than ten times faster. Dick knelt down on one knee, put his hands in front of his forehead, and prayed sincerely.
Anhuur quietly retreated to the back of Forge of Origination and handed the intertwined scene of Light and Shadow to Dick. He thought that at this moment, Paladin should not want anyone to disturb him.
"If you can hear my voice, Anveena, come alive!"
"From Quel'Thalas to Mount Hyjal, from Blackwing Lair to Silithus."
"You walked with me the furthest distance in the world,"
"You accompanied me to defeat the most terrifying enemy in the world."
"I promised to take you to see Four Celestials, and I also promised Elune to take good care of you."
"I broke the contract, please give me a chance to make amends."
"Come back, Anveena."
"I can't survive without you!"
Dick recited these words repeatedly, but in front of his eyes, Light and Shadow dispersed faster and faster. Finally, after a ball of golden sparks exploded, everything returned to silence.
Paladin was half-kneeling on the spot. He was extremely nervous. He had never been so nervous even when facing Great Demon and Old Gods. He didn't even dare to open his eyes. He was afraid of seeing the results that would make Despair.
I don't know how long it took, but Dick could even hear his own heartbeat. Everything was completely silent, and his heart sank little by little.
"Pah!"
A cold Fist hit Dick on the forehead. Before the pain came, there was a voice that became more violent,
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! I've been waiting for so long! Do you know how cold it is to stay there! Idiot!"
Dick opened his eyes in surprise, and the next moment, a trembling body squeezed into his arms.
"Idiot... I miss you so much."
"Okay... come back... just come back."